Summer

Sam was pretty psyched. The girl he'd had his eyes on was among the women with their hands raised. She was somewhat tall, athletic brunette, with hazel eyes, pouty lips, and giant, round tits. Without hesitation, he pointed her way and beckoned her to the stage. She responded with a moment of mock surprise, but then got up and strode to his side like she had just won a contest.

As she approached, Sam asked Mr. Newman if they she should find a closet or other private room.

"No, no, no," he said, clearly in a rush. "Just do it right there and then get back into your pose." Mr. Newman turned to address the class next. "And the rest of you: If you want to turn to a new page, you can try and get a rough sketch of this, if he lasts long enough."

The brunette, by this point, had reached the stage. She walked right up and pressed her camp uniform-clad body up against him. "Hi," she said in an excited whisper, "I'm Summer." Her hand immediately locked around his dick. Her hand felt wet and hot as it slid up and down his massive dong.

"I've been a badddd girl," she said into his ear. "You looked so hot up there. And I was getting so wet thinking about playing with your cock, so I played with my paintbrush instead.

Sam kissed summer and started rubbing his hands up and down her back, before focusing down on her tight ass. He grabbed and massaged her ass cheeks, lifting, separating, and creating just the slightest bit of tension around her asshole.

She moaned into his mouth, then separated their kiss. "We can't take too long now... Promise me we can play some more after class?" She gave a sultry eyed pout.

"Ohhhh," Sam moaned, "definitely."